wellmanwriter

This is the prologue to what I hope will be my first published work. Constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated! ------- Prologue It is dark when they come. As if ...

We had the world, you and I. It was ours, our very own, and we did with it what we wanted. When our friends moved away, we didn’t mind; they ...

Alright, so I took into account some of the advice given to me the last time I posted this. Hopefully the characters now are a little more accessible. I also ...

the bags beneath my eyes fill up with tears, though none fall they are oceans of sorrow, hidden, only seen by others as shadows, remnants of the weariness and agony ...

tick tick tick the clock upon the mantle sounds magnified to me all else is silent. not a knock, or a footstep, or a ring. i moved the phone away ...

The old man at the gas station plucked a shaft of the long grass that grew from spaces between the concrete slabs and slid it into one of the spaces ...